Thursday, May 25, 2023


A small staircase makes an inexplicable obstacle

to a hall that hasn’t enough light


There are suitcases to be searched

for things to discard before we depart


In the kitchen food scraps wait to be thrown out

while all this time the sun has been letting us down


And a vehicle’s missing making us wonder

how we’ll get away from this damned mansion


I could understand why you were so inconsolable then

Wasn’t frustration the meaning of our job there?


But a young man appeared to say I’d frightened him

and led me down to another overgrown path


Trials like his aren’t wordy or argumentative

but nothing got done without noises and scratches


They tell me this labour of ours lasts only so long

and release promises return to mother





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